Irv Gotti - Watch Me lyrics

[Verse 1: Jay Z] You gotta, pop that styles, rock that watch dial See that Benz? Cop that now Drop that top down, they gon' k** us anyway Them cops Uptown hit homes with forty-one rounds Live yo' life, get yo' ice She been with you since day one n***a, trick on your wife Spend that dough, when in doubt, take that trip She ain't living for the moment homie, shake that b**h He that cool, he can't take you nowhere? Leave that fool Be that rude if he that cool Save for what? Ball til your days is up This place is f**ed, all type of AIDS and such How they make it where you afraid to f** They gave us d** then turned around and investigated us Life is short, then you on life support So in between it all, I'mma say I seen it all, watch me [Hook: Dr. Dre] Place yourself in the shoes of true felons And tell me you won't ball every chance you get At any chance you hit, we live for the moment Makes sense don't it? Now make dollars (Watch me) You see me around some cheese (Watch me) See me with hustlers around them G's (Watch me) Blowing 'dro running through pounds of weed (Watch me) At the bar baby, round's on me (Watch me) [Verse 2: Jay Z] Watch me turn somethin out of nothing, turn platinum from gold Watch me light the Cohiba off the Viking stove I take an empty bank account, fill it with O's I take an empty building then I fill it with hoes Watch me, cop that Coupe, shine for the ladies Have 'em saying, "Damn I never seen a watch that blue" And while they still mesmerized I pop that cooch sh**, law enforcement couldn't stop that dude Guess who? Fresh off of "Volume 2" Back at you, peep the numbers my album do They call me Champagne Hova, wake up with a hangover When y'all think the game's over, do the same thing over Still with the same soldiers Still getting brain and it's plain ain't a thing gon' change Hova Hop out the truck, hand on my co*k and nuts Who got the bank, I'm stocking it up, watch me [Hook] [Verse 3: Jay Z] Yo the watch too rocky, need shades Continental sitting on blades, spinning like waves Gun too Brock-y, behave Big shot, plus I'm feeling like Rocky these days Ice don't melt I could ski through a heatwave Nights won't help you see Jay, it'll be day My sh** too bright, I rip through mics Plus I push more powder than Crystal Light Chick mad, said I hold my pistol too tight Get a grip b**h, this how I get through life I buy out the bar, spit Cris' through the mic See Jigga in the 6 and all the sh** you like See Jigga givin dick to every b**h you like I told her, "It's Jay-Day and Hit-You-Night" You wanna, see me again you gotta get two dykes I got rules I can't hit you twice, you heard me? Watch me [Hook]